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A part of you wants to simply throw yourself off the cliff with your arms and legs spread eagle and submerge yourself in the joyful rush of a thirty thousand meter fall. You rarely got to jump from high places back in the real of the world, outside the dungeon where nature's laws hold firm and tight. Mother always chastised your love of base jumping and cliff diving. Unladylike she called it, and though a lady's role has importance as envoy between houses sent to broker agreements, manage finances, and carry forward the next generation... father made you to be his <span class="mu-i">heir</span>.
Perhaps it bothered her that you stood above her sons and daughters in the line of succession.
Perhaps she simply knew what she knew, and in understanding the import of her role she sought to ensure all her daughters were as well equipped for it as she was.
Now is not then and then is not now. Outside the Hollow Labyrinth you were the only child that coalesced from the Water and Blood that filled ten thousand glass wombs within the laboratories of Mount Lilyrose, and you rightfully cared not if your actions or your dress was <span class="mu-i">ladylike</span>. What mattered then was that they were befitting of an heir, a show of courage and a display of unrivaled beauty.
What matters <span class="mu-i">now</span> is that Astra and Romulus can keep up with whatever you were doing. So you do not sprint at anywhere near full speed down the side of the cliff, and you most certainly do not take a jump into the abyss that would end in their deaths.
Even if you threw Romulus over your shoulder and tucked Astra under your arm, you don't see that ending well.
However much fun it would be.
So instead you lead them on a leisurely stroll down some switchbacks that revealed themselves in absence of the water. The foliage grows thick and bright with flowers casting light like little candles, feasting upon the mist and the rich soil of what was once a lakebed. Astra rides on Romulus' back, the stormwolf content to act as her steed despite the awkwardness that hung between them last night.
The trails wind and turn, and every meter you descend the mist grows deeper and heavier into a thick blanket of fog. Near to the walls of this newfound canyon it remains light enough to see, but in the heart of the abyss the spray of falling waters swirls on eddies of wind and becomes a cloud. In its shade it drizzles rain, though whether that is from the cloud in truth or droplets from the falls that never became vapor is difficult to understand.
As your trail switches back into a cavern, you raise you hand to call a halt.
In the shelter of the cave, some things that stand between a goblin and a fish huddle around a fire made of burning coral. <span class="mu-s">They have yet to notice you.</span>
>Handle these foul knaves yourself
>Send in Romulus and Astra to get your companion's measure
>Perhaps they're friendly? Approach them openly
>Wait, you think you recall something from your brother on how to deal with this sort of dungeon creature (d100)
